monochrome – in the haze of a morning drive, snow surrounding me, cold cold cold. suddenly something moving – black dots floating up from the white field! a snowy owl large and ethereal taking flight! flying past, crossing the road behind me, landing on a boulder and eyeing me! so lovely, so wondrous… like it flew out of the quietness of winter to open my heart!

May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view. May your mountains rise into and above the clouds...
Edward Abbey: Benedicto

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